| Mar. 2nd, 2009 @ 10:38 am I'd Like A Large Heart, Covered And Smothered |
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The Denny’s Not Taken
TWO Denny’s stood astride our town, and being just one vanload full of teenage still-drunk-in-the-morningers, (like a piñata, if its candy smelled of vomit, hunger, vodka, and hope) we could not got to both— I mean both Denny’s.
The north-side Denny’s was a cave, as green as moss and smoggy from the fireflies that danced upon the haze above the bacon. There was a metaphysical dimness in the bathroom, like there’d been a murder. On every plate was another buttered corpse, and then, there was always a tuft of parsley, like an apology made out of plastic.
The south-side Denny’s was the same, but we were more used to it. There, in the waiting room & kitchen of life, a 42-year-old grandmother would set a plate of sausage links between me, and a girl glowing goldenly. But, because love was then a distant chimera to my wounded teenage heart, it all just felt like waiting with syrup and butter and dreams of removing my underwear.
I shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence: Two Denny’s stood astride our town, and we, we chose the one we knew we liked.
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I forget what happened
Nicholas Moore |